“Indoor plants aren’t cool“, I told myself. “Indoor plants are weird. What do they even do?“, I wondered.
Oh, past Jacquie. What a fool you were, an absolute FOOL. Don’t worry though, I now know that indoor plants are the bomb dot com. You can get so many different types – small, big, drooping, contained, you name it. As you may recall from numerous posts in the past, I have a few indoor plants. There’s Mary the maiden hair fern, Cynthia the never never plant, and Phil the aluminium plant. All three had a very close brush with death after I left them outdoors in the sun for a good week or two without any water. But I am pleased to report that all three have made a strong recovery.
Not to take away from their miraculous healing stories, let’s move on because there’s a new kid in town. Meet Dorothy, the chain of hearts.
I’ve wanted a chain of hearts for a little while now (after I got over my misconception about indoor plants it was the first one I fell in love with) so when my mum asked me what I wanted for my birthday, I quickly blurted “CHAINOFHEARTSPLEASEANDTHANKYOU”. My birthday was last Tuesday and I didn’t have time that day to go out and get a proper indoor pot. Then came Wednesday, the first true day of my holidays (HOORAY!), and I found myself at a loss for what to do. My eyes settled on my new plant babies (I also got a string of pearls) and I made up my mind to head down to my local Bunnings to pick out a nice new plant home.
As an aside, Bunnings has a large range of pots but they are all largely quite shit. It is very deceptive. You think the whole aisle is full of opportunity and hope but when you step closer, the pots are either the wrong size, made of really cheap crappy plastic, or don’t come with a water dish. Nevertheless, I did manage to actually find a good quality one in a plain white with a water dish, which cost $12.48. I didn’t realise till I got home, however, that I really needed a hanging pot since I had envisaged hanging the plant somewhere in my room. Such a silly sausage, I am. It ended up not being a problem though because, while I was ferreting around outside looking for hanging pots, I spied an old macrame plant holder. After a quick wash (spiders, ew.) and a (very) quick dry in the sun (thank you, Australia), my chain of hearts was happily sitting in her new home, hanging from the ceiling in the corner of my room. And now I’m happily sitting on my bed, gazing lovingly over at her as I type this. Seriously though, she’s so pretty!